Lines in Deep Thought

And the last thing I had said was not goodbye.
It was 'I' followed by 'wonder'.
Then silence, here is this.
I am unannounced, I have come to you quicker.
I wonder now in your absence can you feel me?
Ive stumbled to your thought unaware and
not only have I met you this way,
you have yet to see me.
I wish not to exploit this gift,
for it is granted to me so.
God has sealed this on rebirth,
therefore I will seek it.
I will no longer be a nymph in passing.
I know you are here, I shall leave
this place and come to you.
The womb revises me,
I am here.
Cotton wraps become of me,
I thirst.
My thoughts already with you
though unattainable I miss you.
60 years pass and death succumbed us,
now reborn light sheds among thee.
The blood of my blood,
I love you.

 
    Pour the wine of your soul into my heart. Ill kiss your cheeks and drink your tears as you open your self to me. Let me enter this paradox kindly. Your eyes are like endless pools that flood my spring in this life’s drought. I am caught drowning in your in your beauty’s stream. The seed of my spirit thrives from you. What is born from me now is more than Truth, it is hope from heaven’s sight. I see more today than I have a thousand lives before you…….Thank You and I Love You

    Peculiar life seams to be, I don’t think but feel what may be in all our emotions. I stare at the ceiling in a trance and what is there but shadowy scrolls in offered information. A mistaken vision enclosed by peripheral. What could these be? Factions and pieces belonging to a life before me. I do not wish to steal these, I am intent on gifts. Though some are not weighty gold pieces this you know. Beaded marbles ping as her rain veils the eves. What is this whisper? It is not human no. Not in my mind but an audible entity. The room swirls in a milky form and I become another. Dreams are not valid but can be analyzed as are imaginative forms that become real. Here I see through a mans eyes remotely not from above. I look to bare feet and realize the floor in this dwelling is mud. He thinks.……..thinks of the baubles and glass pieces blown for his customer a scientist. Thinks of the Infinite knowledge he has gained as a pauper and why this is illegal in this time. I wonder aside from him whether this is a real person. It must be. The day has come for his ‘Salvation’. Broken laws require broken spirits that’s what They say. I don’t know who ‘They’ are. Glass litters the floor and tears and blood relish their intentions. Everything that he had is gone, no money to buy new tools, no bandages to heal himself, and no emotion left for him to withstand this evil marksman. He does have however, the one thing the cannot take and that is the wisdom he has gained. This reminds me of how we live today, such malice in what each human thinks they control. A one minded nation can never have ultimate control and that is thought. Whether or not they want to silence people that is a different thing, but the mind will always have a Utopia.

 
    When I am alone I think to myself. I think of the thousands of grains of sand that breathes life into my glass, of the thousands of years they’ve spent ashore and the passing it took for them to become a whole thing. Enjoy the wine as I do little things! I cheer you, for without you there would be no celebration.

Restless I have become
exhale as I count your breaths
Let them carry me to slumber.
Though I dream
I forever feel you.
In my wakefulness
I hope to always see you.
A light you are, that
sheds upon my mountains.
And my secrets you keep
within your shadows.
Touch palms my love
and meet eyes.
Such beauty in this world
ugly and disguised.

Edith Piaf-La Foule
I love this song